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that 'his name was Uano, and mine was " Ahnglia," and 

 a fox's name was Tchuornia, and a bird's Tierrtekoh, 

 and this Heinibchur ; and if everything had the same 

 name, how could any one tell whether you were a man 

 or a bird ! ' 



Attgust 2W1. — This day, too, is worth recording. 



It was very wild and rainy, and my second ther- 

 mometer was broken by swinging against the tent. So 

 good-bye to all my records. Also it took me three- 

 quarters of an hour to light the fire for breakfast, and 

 when it was lit, fine sand blew into the pot and made 

 things gritty. 



Alexander, after having lent me a team for the 

 Pugrinoy, determined to go too. So I made young On 

 Tipa, who was there, drive me, for I had found it hard 

 to use my surveying instruments and write my records 

 when I had to look after a team. 



He proved himself not only conceited, but what was 

 worse, a conceited fool. For, although I warned him 

 that the tide was up, he drove clean into the river, and 

 not only soaked himself but me, my gun, and everything 

 I had. 



After seeing the country I felt that dirty Shabla had 

 been kind in his warning about the creeks. For there 

 were many places we could really not have crossed on 

 foot. 



We crossed the Pugrinoy about four versts from its 



